Way Back Wednesday: First Loveon September 22nd, 2010 at 2:46 pm
Author Diana Paz asked for help on her blog today coming up with YA romance titles for her sisters to read. At one point she mentioned that they aren’t into the adult romances because they like reading about first loves. I totally get that. Firsts are different than any other love of your life because they break through to emotions you didn’t even really know you had.
My “first” love actually happened in pre-school (LOL). His name was Jamie, and we were inseparable. My mother still talks about how I had a Jamie-dress and a Jamie-shirt that I wanted to wear every week (because they were his favorites–duh!). My favorite story though has to be about the only time I cried in pre-school. I was a good, quiet kid. But one day, I apparently screamed and cried for like an hour before they finally went to get my mother to figure out what was wrong. She took one look around and informed them that they’d moved my seat away from Jamie’s, and if they moved me back, I’d be fine again. Yeah, I guess I was a bit obsessive, but I was like four, cut me some slack.
The first love I remember didn’t happen until high school. Sure, I had crushes before then, but nothing that meant anything. Then I met DJ at band camp (not that kind of band camp, get your head out of the gutter for a damn minute, we’re talking about love here). We started dating before the week was out. With DJ I had my first real kiss, my first real experiences, and my first heartbreak. His mother didn’t like me. No, scratch that, his mother hated me. To this day, I still don’t know why, but we dated for most of that year before her constant badgering drove us apart. The next year he started dating a girl who would become one of my best friends. It forced the two of us back together to figure out some way to salvage a friendship from the feelings we had left for each other.
The two of them got married a month before I married my husband, and they’re still together. In fact, we don’t see each other as often as I’d like, but we’re all still friends too. Every once in a while when I think about him too hard, my heart breaks a little bit all over again, but I know he’s happy and I know we never would have lasted. Still, I wouldn’t have given up my time with him for anything in the world. He was my first, and he’ll always hold that little glued together piece of my heart.
This one’s for you, DJ <3
So now that I’ve been all sappy, anyone want to share the story of their first love?